Monthly Archives: August 2014

Shaping our minds to shape our world

The melodious babbler bird “Ncùngùrìkù” is very popular not only as a delicacy among young boys who hunt it down for its sweet meat, but also as acharacter in many Mìrù fables and proverbs. When the rainy season is nigh and the termites start emerging from their holes, all and sundry celebrate because it is feast time. At the first appearance of the the termites, when just a few are out, perhaps to survey the weather condition or so, the small birds, frogs, lizards and a myriad of insects will normally be seen swarming around the exit point for the termites, scampering and jostling for every termite that rears its head out. There is normally a melee, a near stampede. The melodious babbler bird is known to majestically descend, land and from a distance observe the goings on, filled with disdain contempt, then fly off and perch on a nerby tree mumbling to himself: “Kùrì ciuma ntìrìe”. “I may be hungry but I don’t just eat anything”.
In his wisdom, Ncùngùrikù knows that it is a matter of time before the whole place is saturated with the choisest of the termites. And indeed, after a short while, the termites are all over. By this time however, the little birds, the frogs and company are so tired to take advantage of the bounty. The ncùngùrikù on the other hand is spoilt for a choice as he eats to his fill unperturbed.

So, what is your mantra? Is it “Kùrì ciuma ntìrìe” or anything goes!
You need a promotion, my sister, or good grades and your boss or lecturer wants a roll on the hay…
How do you win this mega deal?

What is your mantra? What do you stand for? I stand for integrity!


Let’s fold our sleeves and lets get dirty, the only way we can get it done.

The culture of freebies is strangulating our beautiful country. The first seeds of this very bad culture most regretably were planted by the missionaries and the harvest is being enjoyed by the politicians. Visit regions that were first inhabited by the early missionaries and you will hear stories of how they used freebies as incentives to lure people to the church. They were to later initiate many community projects that the community loved but never had a sence of ownership over. Haven’t you heard of “rùùjì rwa batìrì”, “cibitarì ya mwarì” (White Fathers water project, Sisters’ Hospital) and many other such terms to describe whst should be community projects?

One early morning, while the lion was enjoying a meal, a mongoose passed by and asked if he could join in and have a bite. His request was turned down. The lion was up early that day and chanced on a buffalo that he felled. The mongoose, not being one to give up easily, told the lion: “Despite my size, I can eat a full grow buffalo just like you.”
The lion brushed him off as a big joker. “My only challenge is that I cannot fell one on m own because I am not as strong as you.”
The lion wanted the mongoose off his back so yhat he could enjoy his meal in peace. “So you want to tell me if I hunt down a buffalo for you, you can eat it to the last bite, alone?” Asked the lion.
“I sure can, only I need to drink a lot of water as I eat.”
A rendez-vous was set for the following morning by the river, on condition that the lion would sit there and watch incase the mongoose was up to some mischief. The following day, the scene was set. The buffalo carcass, check. The mongoose, check. The lion, check. The river, check. Then ofcourse the surounding bushes to complete the set. The activity began in earnest. After a few moments of eating, the mongoose dashed off for drink in the river, then reemerged moments later to continue with the task. This was repeated over and over again. The buffalo was three quarters way done and the lion was almost convinced to take the mongoose by his word when all of a sudden, a mongoose walked up to him looking rather confused: “Good morning sir. I hear you have thrown a party for all the mongoose in the neighbourhood, that you have felled a buffalo for us. Kindly show me where it is for here I can only see one, which I presume is yours sir.”
It is then that it dawned on the lion that he had been duped. Apparently, it was not one mongoose eating, it was a feast for all mongoose. Unknown to him, the crafty mongoose after securing a rendedez-vous sent word round to all the mongoose that king lion had invited them to a party, only that they shall be eating one at a time. Unfortunately, the mongoose who was to later spill the beans did not get word in time.
Knowing what had happened, the lion let out a loud ferocious roar that sent all the remaining mongooses still hiding in the bushes waiting for their turn scampering in all directions.

All in the name of freebies “mbogo’e mìnùngùru”.
For as long as people sit waiting fot the day the “lion” politicians will come around to fell a “buffalo” for them in the name of freebies and hand outs, then we have subscribed to permanent poverty. Let us help our people disabuse their minds of the “serikali saidia” mentality.

Let’s fold our sleeves and lets get dirty, the only way we can get it done.


Keep Walking


Kùngania was a household name in his village, though he was known well known further and beyond. He was the village wag, soloist and composer. He was a darling to all, young and old. Though he was not married thanks to his exploits during his hey days as a renowned kitharia (soloist), he never lacked. He wass always a most welcome guest in all homesteads where he would share a meal with the family as they shared a light moment, most of the time leaving the host in stitches of laughter. Occasionally, he would join in and lend a hand in th farm or run errands here and there. Kùngania too had a knack for gossip! What he did not know probably never happened. Whatever landed at his “news desk” was quickly transmitted fast without delay. He was always keen to quote his sources lest it landed him in trouble like it had on numerous occassions in the past. Rugomo village indeed was blessed to have Kùngania. As he grew older, he also grew into the habit of taking a late afternoon walk along the village path. He followed a regular route every day, starting by his gate and ending there. It was like a circuit. Along the wa, he would engage the villagers animatedly as they went about their business. H was particular loved by children because he never missed goodies for them: wild berries guavas, lukwarts or sme “nkabakabu” and even ripe bananas. You would always know Kùngania is passing by for at his sight, all children in the neighbourhood would storm out chanting “Kùngania! Kùngania!” Those with broken toys like wandindi would also bring them a long for repair for Kùngania was a jack of all trades.
On this particul day, Kùngania set off for his daily walk along the vllage path. All was well untill he was three quarters done. He felt so tired and could not continue with his journey. He decided to walk back home. By the time he was arriving home, it was already dark and his legs couldbarely move… he was dog tired.
When he shared his experience of the previous day with a friend, he burst out laughing. He could not get what was so funny until he garthered that the moment he decided to turn back, he had made his evening walk longer than normal by half!

Many of us don’t know how close we were to victory when we decided to turn back, to throw in the towel, to say die!
The moment you stop knocking at that door of opportunities and walk away might be the moment it opens!
Keep searching! Keep knocking! Keep walking! You are about to be rewarded for your persistence!

Keep walking!
By Mawira M’tuamwari





President Uhuru Kenyatta Meets with Kenyans in Dallas, Texas


President Uhuru Kenyatta has said that the government has put resources in place to ensure Kenyans in Diaspora participate in the 2017 general elections. Speaking at a meeting with Kenyans in Dallas, Texas on Friday, the president said the government has launched National ID issuance for Kenyans in the Diaspora, and encouraged Kenyans to apply for IDs to ensure they get a chance to participate in the elections.

The president also announced that the Foreign Affairs ministry will be opening new consuls in various cities around the world with high Kenyan populations, such as Dallas, Texas. This, he said, will help bring government services closer to the people.

He also said the Treasury Ministry is working on various mechanisms to enhance investments in the country by the Diaspora. Among this is a Diaspora Bond which he said will be launched soon. He urged Kenyans to participate in the bond it is launched, as it will offer favorable and guaranteed returns.

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